Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
New Order,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.